I’m getting a little tired of the judgmental memes on Facebook, y’all.

Sure, I do indeed have the same number of hours in my day as Einstein and Beyonce, but both of them had/have the luxury of not having day jobs. Some of us spend 8 hours a day at work and then have to come home and work on the theory of relativity or write an album, rather than spending our actual working day doing those things. And I’m reasonably sure that neither Einstein nor Beyonce had/has to get the kids from school and make dinner–but even if they did? They’d havetime because, again, no day jobs

And then there’s the fact that I am apparently the devil for allowing my child to have a phone/iPad/computer access at all. I am stunting his mental growth–the mental growth of the child who came home from 3rd grade one day shocked and appalled that no one in the class knew that Alexander Hamilton was the first US Treasury Secretary; the child who told me that he’s a feminist because, among other reasons, women should be paid the same as men; the child who has grilled us on racism, homophobia, and why on earth anyone would try to ban Harry Potter. The iPhone he plays games on and uses to listen to the Hamilton soundtrack is absolutely destroying his ability to think.

Wait, no, maybe what’s doing that is guilt-trip memes and scaremongering articles on Facebook that make sweeping generalizations using false dichotomies and confuse correlation with causation.

The Dreaded Bio

I read (you can check out my Goodreads if you want).

I write (I’ve been published in Cicada, On Spec, Strange Horizons, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, GigaNotoSaurus, Penumbra eMag, and Betwixt; the stuff that’s available online for reading or purchase is linked below).

I plan for the inevitable zombie apocalypse and welcome the coming of the gorilla revolution. Or the anarchist rabbits. Whichever happens first.